I grew up in the back woods of Kentucky and never learned to read or write properly until I was in my early 20's. In the last 40 years I have only seen my mother three times and haven't even spoke to her in over 25 years. I was raised by my aunt Becky and her boyfriend Trevor on a small farm. Both of them were high or drunk 5 or 6 days a week which I never thought about until I was 8 or 9. I never went to school those years but did get a little education from aunt Becky once in awhile when she tried to teach me math. and reading. We raised pigs and chickens and also grew potatoes, corn and other vegies. The house was in shambles most of the time with always something wrong with electric, plumbing, roof problems and many others. Trevor was like a dictator to both me and aunt Becky, he not only smacked her around often but also beat and spanked me for anything he didn't like or agree with. Even when I was 7 I was petrified of him and as I got older it got worse. I don't remember much when I was really young but from the time I was 7 to 17 I went through the most degrading and humiliating time in my life. A few weeks after my 17th birthday I told my boyfriend Larry who was 23 at the time what Trevor had been doing to me for many years. That night I snuck out late with only a bags of clothes and Larry and I went to Ohio. I left a note for aunr Becky but I only said I was leaving and goodby. I havn't seen her or Trevor since that day and only spoke to Aunt Becky once about 30 years ago.

Aunt Becky knew that I was being mistreated by Trevor but I imagine to afraid of him to say anything. Trevor began spanking me naked by the time I was 8 years old. He also would come out of the shower at night naked and just stay that way right in front of me and aunt Becky. He always did it when she was passed out from the booze or drugs and he is probably the reason she drank so much and took so many pills and other drugs. Hecame into my room and the bathroom anytime he wanted and when he spnked me he always made me undress in front of him and always shut my bedroom door first unless aunt Becky was passed out. Even when I wa 10 he would come in the bathroom and watch me shower and usually had a beer or whiskey as he sat on the toilet seat looking at me. Most of time he also was naked and would shower after I got out. He never tried to hide his erection and I often saw him touching himself not understanding at first that he was masturbating. As I got older I knew he was jerking off but out of fear never said anything. As I began developing at about 12 is when he first began touching me. It started with spanking where he began making me bend over holding the foot rest of the bed. I had to spread my legs far apart and he would open the cheeks of my butt humiliating me and having me exposed in such a degrading position. He used his hand but would also use his belt to spank me then make me lay on the bed face down and would rub some kind of lotion on my rear but also make me open my legs wide expoing my vagina to him.

AS time went on he continued doing it this way but by the time I was 13 he forced me to submit to what he called a check-up. This involved him examining my body and embarrassing is not even close to saying how I felt. He litteraly toched every inch of my body and thats when he began fingering my vagina and anus. He did this once a week from then on and when I was 14 he penitrated me so much I began to bleed skightly. At the time I never realized he had broken my hymen which I'm sure he knew. I was still 13 the first time he got me to orgasm and each time he sent me to my room for a check-up I knew he was going to masturbate me. When he did this he always had boxer shorts on but as time went by he began coming into my room naked telling me to undress. By the time I was 14 he had me masturbating him a few times a week and knew better than to refuse because if I did refuse I would receive a vicious spanking with his belt. I had known Larry for awhile and when I was 16 I started having sex with him. Trevor never knew about it and it went on for months before I ever told Larry what Trevor was doing to me. There I was almost 17 and so afraid of that man he was controlling my life. I finally told Larry what was going on and three days later is when we went to Ohio. It was Christman Eve 1985.